In the chilling embrace of a moonless night, Ulpianus stood by the dark seashores, his breath visible in the frigid air. The waves crashed in rhythmic agony, as if lamenting the icy solitude. Wrapped in a tattered cloak, he began to sing—a haunting melody, low and mournful, echoing across the empty expanse. His voice, like the wind, carried the coldness of the sea, resonating with the desolate landscape, a song of sorrow and endless winter.
"A hunter enters the abyss♪ His homeland behind, his companions around him♪ His body so strong♪ His steps never disturbed by the tides♪ A hunter enters the abyss♪ His homeland behind, the sun shines brightly♪ His body dries on the reefs♪ His name sent back by the tides♪ A hunter enters the abyss♪ His journey long, his song fades away♪ He never asks where his followers are♪ He only looks ahead♪"